Abortions for girls over twelve

Abortions for girls over twelve

By

James Bredin

Cheap parking nearby and close to the subway station,
To help you get rid of that fearful little fetus frustration,
They’ll call little Johnny just a pregnancy tissue,
This is your private concern, not a government issue.

They won’t tell you whether it was a baby girl or a boy,
Daily at the abortion clinic, lives that they destroy,
Abortion is legal they scream and our instruments are sterile,
While unborn baby girls and boys are silent and so docile.

Lie down on the table there and put your legs in a wide spread,
And in less than five minutes your unborn baby will be dead,
Then burned in the furnace like those Holocaust Auschwitz kids,
Little tiny baby bodies thrown in the flames, God forbid.

Not to worry because there is no evidence or disgrace,
Especially when you’ve never seen his/her little baby face,
Doctors wear white coats so there’s no need for discontent,
And if you are over twelve, you don’t need your parent’s consent.

Friday, January 05, 2007